michael walker

Consequences - Poem by michael walker

Le soleil du matin rechauffe les feuilles
des jeunes hetres et presque les allume en lucioles

Je veux que je puisse becher la terre pour planter des pommes
des poires ou des peches sur une pelouse oisive a pissenlit

Je suis fatiguee de ce bechage des corps humains
que personne n'aimait assez pour les sauver de la mort.

_ 'Aftermath'. June Jordan. 'Naming Our Destiny', p.158.

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

Three neat couplets, in which she wishes she could dig up the earth to plant fruit, instead of digging up human bodies-people no one cared about enough to save them from death. Unwanted, unloved people, forgotten except by her.There is emotional power in the last two lines, and I feel sadness reading them.

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  • Gold Star - 6,380 Points Douglas Scotney (6/2/2015 10:39:00 PM)

    tired of the fear of death, perhaps, Michael (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, June 2, 2015

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